Wednesday was a horrible, no good, very bad day for me. Just one of those days that is a disaster from the get-go – oh nothing serious, mind you, but a day filled with irks and irritations galore. And although I’ve made some good progress with my emotional eating, on this day I threw all my knowledge out the window and dove headfirst into a binge. I totaled up my calories for the day and came in around 2200, which is not horrible and it’s much less than I had anticipated, but as I sat in the recliner rubbing my bloated belly like Homer Simpson, I felt defeated. It was definitely a low point.
On Thursday, I rocked it like a hurricane. I kicked Wednesday in the teeth by re-reading all my BED materials and making a plan to eat healthy all day long. I ate oatmeal and salad and apples and chicken during the day and a small portion of spaghetti before Zumba class last night (anyone else carbo-load before Zumba?). I totaled up my calories* and came in around 1100 calories for the day. Not once all day did I feel hungry or deprived. I felt great last night and my Zumba-high lasted until about a half hour before bedtime.
Now normally after a day like Wednesday (anyone else mentally say “Wed-nes-day” when they are typing out that word?) it would take me several days to get my act together, but I was determined NOT to let one bad day turn into a bad week and a half. Although I have a little muscle soreness from the groove-fest that is Zumba, I feel really great this morning, mentally and physically. So lesson learned here is, just because you have a bad day doesn’t mean you don’t have a good day in you somewhere. Oh it’s there, you just gotta dig it out.
OH!!! Oh! Oh! Oh!!!!! I almost forgot…I finally broke through to 184.4 this morning and I’ve lost several inches all over! I’ve been bouncing around between 185-188 for so long that I was starting to think my scale was broken. And while my weight loss isn’t huge, my inches lost are getting pretty impressive, so I know things are happening with my body even if the scale is a little late to the party. *insert happy dance here*
AND! And! And! And! I felt actual muscle in my thigh last night!! After I got home from Zumba, I for some reason rubbed my leg and was shocked that it was somewhat firm. I made Shawn touch it and of course he just looked at me like I was crazy, but I was excited. I guess all that running is actually doing something! *let’s all happy dance again, shall we?*
Have a great Memorial Weekend and don’t forget to remember all those brave veterans who fought so hard so we can happy dance in a free country. 🙂
*I don’t typically count my calories, but I was curious. I don’t plan on doing it all the time because it typically brings out the crazy in me. But it’s okay if it’s in the name of science.